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Bird Poop In My Eye

Looking up into the sky
a bird pooped in my eye
as it was flying overhead
causing me to see red

It was warm and soggy
making me feel queasy
I scurried into the house
like an upset little mouse

I headed for the kitchen sink
and got there in a blink
Using the faucet spout
I tried to flush it out

When it was expelled
it had a funny smell
and the sink water
had a dirty colour

So when a bird is flying overhead
keep your head down instead
Do not look up into the sky
or you may get poop in your eye

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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Spinning Ducks

Ducks spin on warming

brown puddles like shards of ice

melting in glass bowls

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

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Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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Love the nature

Love the sun,
it will shiningly warm you.
Love the moon,
it will milkily moist you.
Love the water,
it will willfully hydrate you.
Love the flower,
it will fulsomely smile at you.
Love the bird,
it will blissfully sing for you.
Love the cat,
it will cordially trust you.
Love the dog,
it will dauntlessly protect you.
Love the koel,
it will kindly kiss you.
Love the river,
it will righteously flow in you.
Yes!If you love the nature,
it will naturally love you.

Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2016

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fun feeding the ducks haiku

a lake full of ducks,
people looking for escape,
and a loaf of bread

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

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Swan Lake

                                Engineless she lands
                                Late sun ripples indigo
                                Solo Proud lake swan


                                                 © Shane Cogan, September 2013 

Copyright © Shane Cogan | Year Posted 2013

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The Heron

Languid summer day Cloud afloat on garden pond Silent Heron waits. Ripples replace cloud Water drips from Heron beak Koi swim unaware.

Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2015

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Out of Water

Moving reflection
a flying cormorant
on silky water.

for the "Out of Water" contest

Read more at:

Copyright © Archontoula Alexandropoulou | Year Posted 2015

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Caterpillar fur

Spring and spring.
Clouds of maple.
Skies of pine.

Red in green.
Serviceberry understory.
Spring and spring.

Skunk cabbage spathe.
Black birch sap.
Poplar flowers.

Opossum tires.
Spring and spring.
Blackbird wing.

Wasps won't sting.
My father died.
Town meeting Monday.

Spring and spring.
Sing **** you!
There's no down side.

Infinite willow.
Leaning oak.
Spring and spring.

Budding flame.
Budding thumb.
Cat claw.

Bird yolk.
Spring and spring.

Shoots. Arrowhead
Roots. Waterproof
Boots. Old bed young.

Spring and spring.
Rang and wrong.
Thank and thought.

Seed and sawn.
Wait and walk.
Spring and spring.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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A walk along the river

Walk  in the river.
As i walk the river banks 
The water seems to flow as if it was following me.
The trees with their branches sum the touch of water to drink.
The river is so quiet that it is nice to walk along just to think.
The birds are flying above the trees ready to take a fish they might see.
The sun it sets and the glare makes the water shine in different colors.
I enjoy a walk along the river and to see all that there.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2014

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Image On The Lake - Haiku

Image On The Lake – Haiku

Two images?  Chirp!
Sparrow looks, hits mirror lake
Lake answers with, “splash!”

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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The Pond In Its Glory

Gentle ripples on the water
Set in motion by a slight breeze
Move quietly on the pond's surface
With gracefulness and effortless ease

A fishing bird flies in suddenly
Skimming the pond's surface with its feet
Then dives headfirst into the water
In its search of a meal to eat

Something just broke the water's surface
Forcing me to full attention
I can see now an eye and the nose 
Of a fledgling baby caiman

A bird's neck appears from the water
In its beak, there's a struggling fish
One gulp and the fish disappears
That was indeed a tasty dish

Water lily pads bob up and down
In harmony with the rippling water
Their crimson blooms standing upright
Sprinkled among the lilies cluster

Feeding close to the water's edge
There's a roving group of small fishes
They nibble on the morsels they find
Among roots of water grasses

I treasure sitting here in silence
Observing the pond in its glory
It fills me with such peacefulness
And deep feelings of tranquillity


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Water Age Haiku

     Water Age Haiku

Smooth rounded rocks hold
In deep water, age slows, forms
Birds follow ripples

                                     8/21/13 Haiku On Enlightenment contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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brown water

            the road is flooded

   brown water brushes the grass

        birds sing, unconcerned

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

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Cuckoo Haiku

     Cuckoo Haiku

Flightless, no feathers
Strange gray bird, drinks river dry
Cuckoo forgets song

Created On 9/18/14 for Creative Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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Rhythm of Life

rhythm of life  a sip of silver grace after flight

for PDs In One Line (Monoku #9) Contest, 3/12/16

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2016

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Nature's Saucer

A droplet of rain,
Nestled within a curled leaf:
Thirsty reflections.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2014

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It Breathes

I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt of the shore
And I splash around in the water.

It’s not easy to come across death and not respond
In some sort of way. I am full of energy
And you lay by my side faded away.
 Even though you are only a bird
You deserve a proper burial. Your wings have
Insects circling around them. Buz-buz and zzzz.
 They are waiting for me to
Go.  But I can’t just leave you here.
What if it was me laying here dead?
I would like to think just because I am human
And you are an animal, we are similar.
We both share the same air,
We both need nourishment, we both live and
We both die. I’d like to think if I were you someone
On this planet would care.

You once flew with that sun kissed colored wings 
I walk with these porcelain painted legs
As I take off my white zip- up sweater and show you respect
I gently cover you before the rest of the inspectors come.
How you ended up along this beach
Lifeless and deserted, I shall never know.
Maybe you were sick? Or it was just your time.
But I will give you a proper burial
It’s a seed that I must sow
Showing respect for a life

As the tide comes and it goes.

By: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2013

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Spring To Fields

     Spring To Fields 

Awaiting green touch

Plants, grasses jump to sun pass

Rise, sweet scents draw birds

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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After breakfast, colorful dawn, everyflying gull happy in journey.
Knowledge luminates migration, Neptune's ocean pervails.
Quavering, raging, sparkling, thunderous, unquiet,
Visualizing waves.
XII younder zodiacs above.

Copyright © Rev. Elizabeth Anderson | Year Posted 2014

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Beside the lake style Rosina Sonnet

Beside the lake

There is nothing better than
To just sit here in this park
Where I as a lonesome man
Do feel silence of the dark
In the Autumn I don’t miss
All the heat that’s gone away
Din is gone, and all is bliss
Call of birds welcomes the day
Oh, it is so beautiful
Still it is, this makes me glad
So I feel I have it all
Will not ever, me, feel sad
When I sit beside the lake
Then it happy does me make

2 March 2016

Rosina Sonnet
Created by Peter Duggan on 03 02 16 to honor his wife.
Each line syllables seven
Rhymes both beginning and end
Rhyming theme ababcdcdefefgg

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

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White Water

white water lapping

'gainst a garden with deep frost

starling glimpses me.

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2016

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a vet's friday

A Vet’s  Friday 

A sparrow was picking insects on the road a car came, the bird nearly
 got away, but was hit by the car’s wing mirror I stopped dismounted 
and picked it up. It looked stunned gasping for air. Put the bird on 
the shady, grassy verge, waited for it to recover, and to see it fly away. 
Afar, behind the mountain range, smoke two helicopters with big bags
 of water hanging underneath are flying towards the forest fire. 
The countryside is dry yet the sun goes on shining hot and spiteful. 
I look at the sparrow it had overcome and died with an open beak; and 
I was the only witness. My effort to be a rescuer and a hero in my own 
vanity had failed, was it my heavy hands that had shocked it to death. 
Nothing more to do I can’t stay here all day looking at a dead bird. 
The helicopters are returning to fill those enormous bags with water in 
a nearby lake and sparrows do as they must pick insects off the road
while we wait for rain. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2011

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Slimbridge Wetland Centre

Conceived in nineteen forty six
By naturalist, Sir Peter Scott,
This wetland paradise now thrives
And teems with ducks and geese and swans.

The wild geese drew Scott to the marsh,
The flood plain of the river Severn,
Where countless wintering wildfowl stop
Upon their migratory journey.

There’re nine varieties of swan
And more than twenty types of geese,
Not to mention ducks by the dozen
With varying plumage through the seasons.

Flamingos, elegant on stilts,
Gather gregariously together.
They make a brilliant splash of colour,
Frome palest pink to brightest orange.

Some stars will often steal the show –
The friendly Nene (Hawaiian Goose);
No fear of man, almost extinct,
Till Scott encouraged breeding pairs.

That shrill cacophony of sound
Which drifts across the shining lake
Is made by happy Whistling Ducks
That yearn to share their thrill of life !

Andean Geese in regal splendour,
Proud pairs that strut upon the shore,
Each one so full of self-importance
That smaller ducks will keep well clear.

Our visit now is near its end;
We bid farewell to feathered friends
And leave with glowing memories
Of Slimbridge on the Severn marsh.

Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2014

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The Snow

The snow doth fall upon my face

with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6

The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate

The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water 

And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway

I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street

Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway

She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice

I call back,"Merry Christmas".

Copyright © Preston Hill | Year Posted 2012

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Miniature Juniper

Although I hardly gave it a thought
I didn't really doubt
our miniature juniper, a bonsai,
would survive our desert vacation.
                                                  It likes the dry
air of our home, needs water
once a week at most and seems
meditative and active, both. While away
I rediscovered my love of agaves -
                                                 sotol and century
plant - met Mortonia and became
reacquainted with squawbush, its citrus
drupe which makes traveling the long horizon
of the desert uplands endurable.
                                                 Live oaks - emory,
wavyleaf - dominant and regally spaced
giving ground to mesquite only on the sere
sand flats. I counted and drew inflorescenses,
spikelets, florets, awns but grasses
                                                 remain a mystery
their microscopic parts. This year
I'll study, give them serious thought before
our Spring starts. The cactus wren was the one
bird I could be certain about. Sunsets
                                                 made me sorry
the desert is not my home. But the ocotilloes
flowered before we left and that made up
for the vicious attack of a hedgehog cactus.
Impressive, ponderosa pine and Arizona cypress
                                                 the canyon canopy
watered with snowmelt and along the high cliffs
limestone formations predating our arrival by
ten million years of weather. Newspapers
kept us aware humanity had not accomplished yet
                                                 the end of history
and that was fair. The planes were full of citizens
who no longer applaud upon landing. Snow flew,
not a pinyon pine or manzanita within two moons
walking. On the dining room sideboard, waiting,
                                                 our miniature juniper.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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TIME FLIES based on Portrait No 9, Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham

TIME FLIES by Jeanette Jones 
based on PORTRAIT NO 9 
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham


Early still, I rise again. 
For the quails came calling. 
Dragging my feet, I stumbled 
across the room, to get a glimpse 
before they get to far away. 

The kettle’s on, brewing the tea, 
to place in my flask. 
Milk too for little Emily as we stroll along. 

At the edge of the bay, our four feet dangle, 
little Emily hums away; a nice beat to my 

Small canoes, large boats with sails, 
carry me away across the water. 
Traveling up into the lighthouse, 
I look over bay, watching the workmen, 
out for the day. 

Hours pass as I gather up to leave. 
Little Emily and I, hand in hand, 
we’ve just gotten here, must we go? 

Good night Mr. Workman. 
Good afternoon Ma’dam. 

Copyright © Jeanette Jones | Year Posted 2016

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Mementos of Water

Lilly pads watch infinity.
Floating on still waters,
Frogs sigh.
Flowers glide to God Almighty.
Alluring admirers,
Birds fly.

I selected image 1

Copyright March 9, 2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: MEMENTO OF WATERS – 
Sponsor nette onclaud

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2015

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The Not So Original Monoku Challenge

Blue water, blue sky, with trusted wings, tempted to fly.

April 4, 2016.
The Not So Original Monoku Challenge - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Timothy Hicks

Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016